This blog is Copyright ©1995~2018 by Karl Denton

Friday, December 31, 2010

My ghost story

Before I tell you my ghost story let me just say I never believed in ghosts until I got my art studio (Studio 3) at the historic Scarab Club in Detroit Michigan.  The studios were spacious and had room for not only several easels but the loft had space for my computer equipment and a sofa for those late night painting sessions.  I also had a leather sofa on the main floor of the studio that sat across from my library.  Many times the studio would be filled with other artists and art lovers talking, drinking and having a great time.

There were stories about the club being haunted and when hearing them I would smile and nod.   The more time I spent there the more I began to believe that it actually was.  Because I lived nearly 50 miles from the club I would typically travel down on Monday and unless I was needed at home I would stay until Thursday.  Many, many times I would drift off to sleep on the leather sofa on the main floor and would inevitably be woken up to the sound of big band music talking and the sound of people walking on the floor below me which was impossible because I was usually the only one in the building.  While there were 6 studios on the top floor of the club I was typically the only one who spent the nights there.  Studio five next to mine was occupied by a young man,George, going to school at Wayne State and it was pretty obvious when he was there.  I would talk about these sounds to others and they would tell me that is what had been heard by many people.  So much so they had a ghost hunting group come it and document some of these things.

On the night of December 31st I was scheduled to do a lingerie shoot with Jamie.  The two of us along with another studio owner, Carol, were the only three in the club.  Jamie and I went about photographing in the back stairwell, a fantastic place for photographs, in my friend Bill Murckos studio (Studio 4), as well as in my studio which was right across from Bills.  Carol worked in her studio while we photographed.

At some point during the evening Jamie and I wanted to move our shoot down to the woman's powder room as there had been a mural recently uncovered in there and was on its way to being restored.  But the powder room was fantastic as well.  A full length mirror and 100 year old charm was perfect for such a shoot.

After shooting in one particular line of lingerie we decided it was time to change and head to the powder room.  I had Jamie go in my studio and change while I ran to the restroom that was on the 3rd floor and common to all the studios.  In other words the restroom was at the end of the hall by the front stairwell for all studio owners to use.  A sink, shower, urinal and toilet were all that was in this small room.  The door to the restroom was wood with a frosted glass window.  I point this out because it was very easy to hear anything that was going on outside in the hall.

While in the restroom I heard someone going down the front hall stairwell, I could hear them as plain as day walking down two flights of stairs stopping at what was called the member lounge, the very floor where I would constantly hear music and movement.  I figured that one of the girls needed to use the powder room that was on the first floor so did not think much of it.  That is until I got back to my studio and saw Jamie still sitting on the leather sofa.  I asked if she had gone down stairs and she said "no" but she had heard something.  Thinking it may have been Carol I walked to her studio and knocked on the door, she answered and said she had been in her studio the entire time working.  This is when I got serious because we have had break-ins at the club before and now I was concerned that it could be someone look to cause trouble.

I was a volunteer police officer for the city of Dearborn Heights years prior to this and had my duty belt hanging from the beam holding up the loft, I grabbed my flash light and my expandable baton.  I told the girls to stay in my studio with the door closed.  I then headed down the front stairwell which was pitch black, with out a flash light you could not see your hand in front of your face.  As I walked down the steps I would shout as loud as I could "I have a weapon and I will use it!  You need to vacate the property or you will be hurt".  As I made my way down stairs I checked the mens restroom on the second floor and the locked doors to the member lounge, moving further down the stairs I had reached the first floor and again checked the powder room and the doors to the main gallery which were also locked.  When I got to the door to the basement I found it open, this was not right, the clubs art archives were in the basement and a treasure that was kept under lock and key.  As I slowly opened the door the light from my flashlight started to dim and then things got very dark!

I had to return to my studio and fetch a bigger flashlight that I had up in the loft.  I retrieved it and on my way back down the loft stairs both Jamie and Carol started to scream as loud as they could! Both in a panic stated they had seen something walk by the studio door.  Then with out notice George the owner of studio five walked in with a date asking "what the hell is going on?".  I asked him how long he had been in the club and he stated he and his date had just arrived.  I told him what had happened and that I was pretty sure someone had made there way to the basement.

We instructed his date to stay with Jamie and Carol and the two of us continued back down the front stairwell to the basement, again me yelling "I have a weapon and will use it".  We searched the entire basement, checking doors, under piles of objects, everywhere, we found no one.   George took the back stairwell back to the 3rd floor while I doubled back and took the front just in case someone had slipped behind us.  We met back in studio 3, had a drink or two.  To this day I swear someone was in the club with Jamie, Carol and I.  I have no doubt that there are spirits of some sort still having a grand time at the Scarab Club.

After George and his date left Carol was so spooked by the experience that she could not work any more and went home.  Jamie and I made our way down to the powder room and continued our shoot.  Sounds and the events from the evening had gotten to both of us and it was not long before we ended the days adventure.  I drove Jamie home and headed back the Studio 3 where I ended up falling asleep, for about 9 or 10 hours...

There were odd things happening at the club for days after this event took place.  Lights in rooms would be on one moment and then off the next, sounds of people increased, music.  The increased activity went on for about a week then ended with out explanation.

Below are some images of Studio 3 and the club as well as a couple from the lingerie shoot of Jamie.

IMG_0552 IMG_0553 IMG_0554 IMG_0559 IMG_0560 IMG_0561 IMG_0562_KDP1473 _KDP1538 _KDP1581 _KDP1601 _KDP0881

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Never get enough

Do I show, will she see, I am acting stupid, what the hell is going on...

never get enough,
never get enough of the dimples,
never get enough of the smile,
never get enough of talking openly about anything,
never get enough of that scent,
never get enough.

when I say we would be dangerous,
we would be so passionate,
undeniable, enjoyable, content,
there are seldom romances like that,
most never experience it,
it is that I embrace it,
I desire it.

never get enough,
never want it to end,
never want to say bye,
just sweet dreams,
where fantasies lay,
never get enough to satisfy,
my thirst for that day.

Funny is we are both feeling it,
both in times of crises,
is this the chance of a life time,
is this that one romance,
what is it that makes us
say, never enough?

Friday, December 10, 2010

Are we real?

Time traveled seems surreal
I close my eyes through the day
and taste Morocco in the air.

Oceans of time between us
days walking in Toulouse
nights of red wine and proposals
with father Van Gogh guiding.

Buses, round-a-bouts and fingers pointing
memories en-grained behind us
we ask ourselves with separation upon us,

Are We Real?

Monday, December 6, 2010

My visit to the Heidelberg Project

No words required for this one, just enjoy:
_KDP1335 _KDP1332 _KDP1276 _KDP1270 _KDP1268 _KDP1260 _KDP1256 _KDP1250 _KDP1243

Feeling you inside me

As we sit on my bed, your breasts pushing up against my back, I can feel your heartbeat pounding.  My hands running over your skin as they run from your knees to your beautiful hips, my hands trembling at the touch of you.

I feel you inside me.

I feel your heart pounding next to mine!

My hands reaching behind you feeling those hips of yours, wanting more but enjoying what they have.  Your skin getting tighter as they run along the surface of your body, feeling the reaction that you can no longer control.  We are locked in a position of restricted movement, but an entirely beautiful position to be in, your body pressed tightly against mine, your beautiful breasts pressed hard into my back.

Your heart pounding next to mine I can feel you inside me.

Your breath a warm flush against my neck as you kiss me, the cool air blowing through the window gives a hint of the pending fall weather, your nipples pressing even deeper into me.

Our bodies are entwined  as one in our contorted effort to explore each other.

I dare not change or move for fear of disturbing the dream of you inside me, our hearts now beating as one.  The heat from our bodies now causing steam to rise from the seam that once separated us but now seals us.  Your hands wrapped around my chest, your fingers moving to feel my piercings as mine give you a gentile massage.

I can feel the excitement in you as we sit in a contorted embrace while I feel you inside me.

You kissing... the touch of your lips on my neck and back, feeling you pressing tight up against me, your nipples erect from both excitement and the chill in the air.  We sit in this embrace never once speaking.

Just closed eyes as we explore the concept of you inside me!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Creative Collaboration

We have an artistic collaboration that encompasses:

sexuality,
eroticism,
love,
passion
desire,
art,
photography,
and each other...

in other words it's the perfect art collaboration!

..............................

Just found the recording of this on my iPhone from 11/27/10, must have made sense to me then because I took the time to record it.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

France

Over the years I have made several trips to France, here are a few of my favorite images:

_KDP0011 _KDP0116 _KDP0154 _KDP0188(1) _KDP0248 _KDP0265 _KDP0357 _KDP0388_1 _KDP0395 _KDP0404 _KDP0456 _KDP0703 _KDP1696 _KDP1697  _KDP1726 _KDP1734 _KDP2331 _KDP2353 _KDP2405 _KDP2418 _KDP2432 _KDP2435 _KDP2439 _KDP2444 _KDP2445 _KDP2521 _KDP9614 _KDP9633 _KDP9642 _KDP9738 264348_10150315709677214_1815504_n_KDP0596